All day Friday the sun shined. Renée had a change of clothes for the weekend rendezvous with her beloved Tommy. The scheme to tell her parents she was spending the night with Lydia Brownstone worked perfectly. She felt very bad for lying to her parents, but Tom explained that it was necessary. It was bad enough that both Lydia, and Animal knew they were together. The fewer people that knew, the less chance of a slip. Renée still felt bad, but understood the logic.
The final bell rang, and the kids were on their way to their first trip away from home together. They were barely out of the immediate area when the rain started. It didn’t dampen their spirits at all. They had the radio on and sang together all the hits on the top 40. The rain didn’t let up and with all the bumps in the road and all the puddles Tommy didn’t notice right away that there was a problem. Soon the car began to pull to the right and he felt the steering becoming more difficult. Eventually he heard the unmistakable flop, flop, flop of a flat tire. He had to get to the game, or he could kiss his chances at a scholarship good-bye. Tom knew it was now or never, he ventured out into the rain and removed the spare tire, the jack, and the lug wrench from the trunk. Before he could put the jack under the car, he had to get the lug nuts loose. Thank God they weren’t so tight he couldn’t break them free. It was bad enough with rain dripping down his head, and into his eyes, but now they were beginning to sting from all the Brylcreem in his hair. He positioned the jack under the car, and jacked it up high enough to get the wheel off the ground, and the tire off the car. He mounted the spare onto the drum, putting the lug nuts back on finger tight, he then socked them up with the wrench. He lowered the jack. Once the wheel was on the ground he tightened the lug nuts, and replaced the hub cap. Tom tossed the flat tire into the trunk along with the jack and lug wrench. Soaked to the skin, he started the car and continued on their way. As they neared Griffin City, Renée spoke, “Tommy, I do not think it would be a good idea for me to go to the game.”
“You are always telling me to ‘think about it’, and that is what I was doing while you were out changing the tire. If I go to the game with you, do you not think that the kids will know that I rode here with you? And if you spend the night, and I do not go back on the bus, they will know that I stayed in Griffin City. I think it would be best if I stay in the hotel, and wait for you to come back after the game.”
“Oh, baby doll, I hate it when you aren’t there. I play my best when you’re in the bleachers cheering me on. You sure did think this one all the way through.”
“Tommy, play your best for me. You will be playing for us, because I want you to get the scholarship, too. I will be fine alone, and will do my homework, just as if it was a regular school night.”
Tom found a nice hotel with private entrances for each room. He paid for a suite and still had money left over from the fifty dollars his father gave him. He pulled around back, and placed the key in the door. He checked all the things his father told him to check for, then he went back to the car for Renée.
“Oh my goodness! Tommy this is like a room in a castle!” Renée never saw such luxury in her life, since she had never been past the den in Tommy’s parents house.
“Sweetie Pie, I’ve got to get to the school, or Coach will have my head. I should be back within two hours.” He finally realized he was alone in a hotel room with his girlfriend, took her into his arms, and kissed her until he didn’t want to leave.
“Tommy, go! You must leave to be on time, and do not forget to play your best! When you get back, we will kiss all night long.”
With those words, Tom played like a champ. He was on top of his game, never missing a shot, and playing with his team mates in a way that everyone performed at their peak. It was an easy win. Tommy skipped the shower in the locker room with the guys. He figured he wouldn’t be missed anyway. Other than Animal, he hadn’t made a buddy at Central High. All he wanted was to be alone all night with his beautiful Renée.
He walked into a brightly lit room with a slightly ruffled up bed spread. “Renée?”
“Yes, Tommy! I’m in here.”
Tom heard her voice coming from the bathroom. “Well, I’m back.”
“Yah, I thought that when I heard your voice.” She giggled. “Tommy, the door is unlocked. You may come in, if you would like.”
Timidly, Tom opened the door, and saw a vision of loveliness sitting in a tub of bubbles. Her long blonde hair was in a pony tail high on top of her head. Her blue green eyes twinkled when she smiled at him. “Renée, you’re taking a bath!”
“Yah, that is what I am doing. Would you like to take a bath too? I see you did not take a shower at the locker room.” She squeezed her nose with her fingers.
“Yeah, I felt guilty leaving you here alone while we played.” Tom handed her a chocolate malt, and sat down on the floor unlacing his high tops.
She sipped. “Mmmm... Thanks. Did you win?”
“Win? Yeah 96-zilch.”
“Zero, Renée, they didn’t score a point!”
“I thought you would be in the tub by now.”
“In the tub? With you?”
“Yah, we can both fit.”
“Ummm, I’ve never taken a bath with anyone before.” Tom shyly removed his clothes, while Renée shook her head, sipping her malt through the straw.
“Tommy, I have seen you naked before! Why are you acting like this is something that I have never seen? Your body is very strong and beautiful. You have broad shoulders, and a beautiful chest. The muscles in your arms and legs, are firm and taut. Your waist is slim, and I have told you this before, I am sure I was made for you, you have a nice one. I like it, and like doing it with you. Please come into the tub, and I will wash you.”
“I’m so glad you like it Renée. I hear a lot of girls don’t like doing it. I wouldn’t want to be with someone that didn’t like it.”
“Yah, I hear the girl talk, too. They talk about who feel up pupper nice, and who is rough. They don’t think of it as something to be shared to show love to a special person. I was thinking while you were away, I never answered when you asked me if I would marry you. Tommy, I love you, and my answer is yes.”
Renée lathered up the wash cloth, and washed his body from his neck down to his toes, front and back. If there ever was any doubt that Tom was in love, it disappeared with that bath. Renée pulled the plug, and the sudsy water flowed down the drain. She turned on the shower to rinse the soap bubbles off of her body. Tom was in awe of the smooth alabaster appearance of her skin which made her body look like a perfectly sculpted work of art. He stood up, took her in his arms, and kissed her more deeply than he ever had before as the water streamed down both of their naked bodies. They felt their passions burning, and wanted to lie down together. After towel drying, they walked naked hand in hand toward the bed. Standing next to it with all the awkwardness of teenagers, neither knew who should do what first. Finally, Renée broke the ice, “Tommy, if you would like we could go out to your car, and do it there.”
“Not in your life with a big comfortable bed waiting for us to test drive the mattress.” Tom swept her up in his arms, and kissed her before placing her across the sheets. Gazing down at her beauty, he reached over and turned off the lamp, then stretched out along side the girl of his dreams. Just like their first time, nature soon took it’s course. They were doing everything they had done before with wild abandon. They were both getting good at this, and knew it. When they were totally exhausted, they fell sound asleep in love’s embrace.
Tommy’s eyes blinked a few times in the morning light. His heart was filled with joy as the blue green eyes of his beautiful Renée were smiling back at him. “Good morning beautiful. What a joy to see your face first thing in the morning.”
“I love you, Tommy. I notice you woke up with morrabrød. Would you like me to take care of that for you?” Renée lovingly stroked his “morning log.”
Tommy looked at his watch. “I’ll give you two hours to stop.”
The frisky teenagers were soon hot at it again, never giving it a second thought that neither of them had eaten a meal since school lunch yesterday. Anything physical that they had done before, but didn’t get to last night was enjoyed in the morning. Finally, coming up for air, it was decided they should shower, get some breakfast somewhere, and go to the library as planned.
Tom found an secluded study area in the library, and hunkered down with a mountain of newspapers, and books, after he’d examined the microfilm, and talked to the librarian. Renée sat quietly reading a book as Tom studied, took notes, and read. Her eyes looked up when she heard him put down his pencil, and stretch. “Hey, there baby doll, what’re you reading?”
Renée’s eyes darted around the library, then she whispered very low, “Oh Tommy, I had only heard of this book, and did not know they could write of such things. It is titled Lady Chatterley’s Lover. Tommy it has given me that feeling... Like our first time when we watched Rebel Without a Cause. Can we go back to our room now Tommy? I feel very needy, and want our ståkuk in me very much. Please, you have studied enough, yah?”
Tom couldn’t believe the longing look in her eyes. He felt the need arise to take advantage of the situation. Quickly he gathered the materials, and returned them to their proper locations while she continued to read. “Put the book back now Renée, you can tell me about it on the way back to the hotel.” Tommy was glad he'd paid for a second night when he found out that check out time was at 11:00. The door was barely shut to their room when Renée started pawing at Tom’s body. Sex had always been mutual, enjoyable, and passionate, yet very loving between them. However, he had never seen her like a tigress before, and found her wanton behavior very arousing. Each time was as satisfying as the last, yet they were both longing to try more. Tom remembered watching a stallion pasture breed a mare the previous mating season... He turned Renée around, and pulled her to her knees. Neither had felt such lust as he brought her to a screaming climax. Totally exhausted, they both fell sound asleep.
After a short nap, the young love birds woke up feeling refreshed, and more in love than ever. Tommy stroked her cheek with his fingertips. “My love, min kjære, thirteen months and two weeks.”
“What is thirteen months and two weeks, Tommy?” Renée asked somewhat confused.
“Thirteen months and two weeks is when you will become Renée Ericsen. Now that you’ve said yes, it’s time to put our plans into place. I love you, my sweet. They made slow passionate love, showered, and drove home. Once they had arrived at the hotel for their first rendezvous with destiny, neither of them wondered, or cared about what was happening back home.